Silent guardian

Irene walked into the villa, and a corridor decorated with medieval paintings appeared in front of her eyes.The open space on both sides of the promenade is full of white roses, some have withered, and some have not yet bloomed.At the end of the corridor is a well-manicured lawn. In the middle of the lawn is a marble table with a set of exquisite tea sets.

"There's nothing good here, I don't know if jasmine tea suits your taste."

A girl in a cheongsam walked over pushing a wheelchair. Sitting in the wheelchair was a girl in her twenties with long black hair reaching her waist and wearing a long white dress. She made an inviting gesture to Irene.

"Queen?" Irene stared at her for a long time, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

Queen glanced at her, "What? Surprised?"

"A little bit." Irene admitted generously, "Age can take away our beauty, but it can give us more things. I think time has given me enough wisdom, but compared with you, I found that those It's not worth mentioning at all."

The other party is half her age, but already has twice her wisdom. Can this be blamed for the partiality of God's creation?

"Are you complimenting me?"

Irene sat down on the stone bench, stroked the folds of her sleeves with her slender fingers, and looked arrogant.

"Well, after all, you saved me, didn't you?"

"Just passing by."

Irene's expression froze when she thought of the embarrassing scene before.

It turned out that the other party had been watching her in the dark all the time, so did those bright eyes record all her embarrassment?

Queen chuckled, "There's nothing to care about. No one cares about those things except yourself. After all, it happens anytime, anywhere, doesn't it?"

The left and right have retreated, and the entire courtyard is completely quiet.

The girl picked up the teapot and poured water into the cup. Her movements were very elegant, not inferior to those royal nobles who had received court training since childhood.

"I thought you were going to ask me about the phone?"

"I'm waiting for you to speak."

Queen raised her head, revealing a hint of sarcasm, "When did the sadistic queen become so unconfident?"

"Isn't it?" A trace of doubt flashed in Irene's eyes, "If it's not for the password, is there anything else I can do?"

"Naturally." Queen smiled, "You have done a lot."

Baker Street welcomed a special guest, but Mrs. Hudson didn't like it, so she deliberately placed the teacup heavily on the table, sporadic splashes of water splashed out, just falling on the back of Sherlock's hand Fortunately, the tea is not hot, otherwise, there will be scars.

"It's outrageous!" Mrs. Hudson gave him a hard look, then glanced at Irene who was leaning against him, and hurried downstairs.

Knowing her for so many years, this is the first time she has received such serious criticism, Sherlock turned his head to look at the culprit beside him, with a sense of reproach.

"What are you looking at me for?" Irene raised her hands to brush her hair, and the silk nightgown slipped off her shoulders.

Sherlock stood up without changing his expression, pulled the blanket aside and handed it to the other party.

"What's the matter this time? It's Miss Adler's style to come in through the window in the middle of the night."

"Thank you." Irene smiled. "If possible, I really want to teach you so that you only call my name when you dream."

Sherlock's alertness has always been high, but he didn't notice when Irene walked to his bed last night, because he was dreaming, dreaming of Mora for the hundred and first time.

"Is your dancer Mora? But as far as I know, there is no one named Mora among the people you know."

Faced with Irene's question, Sherlock chose to ignore it. He didn't want anyone to know about Mora anymore.

He went to the window and began to put the violin on his shoulders, playing a long series of low tunes.

"What were you thinking?" Erin asked. "About the password? You have one last chance or two."

The sound of the song is interrupted, and the lingering sound is lingering.

Sherlock asked, "How do you know?"

"I was told that you play the violin when you're thinking. She was right, you really are."

"Her?" Sherlock narrowed his eyes, "Where is she?"

"I do not know."

"You just came out of her, how come you don't know where she is?" Sherlock paid attention to Irene's expression, as if trying to tell the truth from it.

Erin didn't dodge or avoid it, looking straight into his eyes.

"Did you go there by yourself, or did she look for you?" Sherlock didn't wait for Irene's answer, and said to himself, "When I saw you the day before yesterday, you were still intact, but within a day, you The nails have lost their luster, and even have gaps. It seems that without the amulet, your life is very difficult. At this time, she found you, and even regarded you as a guest of honor. Treat you to drink jasmine tea, Why? Naturally, it's because you still have something in your mind that she doesn't know, so what could it be?"

"I know what you want to ask." Irene said frankly, "I think you also scanned my phone, four miniature bombs, if the hard case is forcibly removed, the drive will be burned, there are two sets of passwords, one set is real Yes, a group of fake ones, if you force a confession on me, I will tell you fake ones, the drive will self-destruct, and no one will be able to get what’s inside.”

"Very smart." Sherlock admired, "I haven't seen such a smart woman for a long time."

"Of course I've compared it to your dancer, but if you think your dancer is the smartest person, it's a big mistake."

Sherlock wondered, "What do you mean?"

"The secret has been tampered with." The proud expression suddenly retreated, and an embarrassing depression suddenly appeared on her face. That mobile phone was her life, and her life was already in the hands of others, and she could never do it again. Back to the high and sadistic queen.

"I don't know how she knows it. I have no contact with her at all. I have never told anyone this password."

"Oh." Sherlock had an epiphany. "No wonder she gave it to me so reassuringly. It turned out that she had already planned it. Then what does she mean by asking you to come?"

"She just asked me to remind you that the five-day period has passed for three days."

"What if I can't solve the case within five days?"

what will happen?Is it the destruction of London or the destruction of the earth?But what did that matter to him?

All he cares about is the fun of unraveling.

Irene smiled mysteriously, "Then you are ready to welcome James' comeback."

Sherlock was startled. "James? Which James?"

Irene stared at him with a half-smile, then went downstairs.

A private car had already parked outside the building, and Irene, who was wrapped in a blanket, opened the car door and sat in very naturally.

Sherlock stood by the window, watching the car go away.

At this moment, although he is calm on the surface, his heart is already overwhelmed.

He stared at the license plate number, then took out his phone and pressed the first four digits of the license plate number.

He stared at the phone with a small hope in his heart, but soon, the hope was shattered.

[Wrong password, you have one last chance. 】

last chance!

The game is still going on, the two sides are deadlocked, and no one has the intention to compromise.

But this game has already involved too many things. Since Irene left, Sherlock has felt the complexity of the matter.

He turned on the computer, and at least five people monitored him via WLAN, and there were even cameras installed on the bookshelves.

A big net is covering Baker Street, and Sherlock is the prey of this net.

Sherlock stared at the phone, helpless.

"I am locked,,,,,,"

Someone walked up to him, blocked the light from the window, and took the phone from him along the way.

"This matter is over." Mycroft put the phone in his pocket and said expressionlessly, "The alarm is off."

Sherlock was stunned for a moment, then jumped up from the sofa, and asked inexplicably, "Why? Obviously you asked me for help, don't tell me you just made a joke on me because you thought I was bored."

"It's okay if you think so." Mycroft bared his teeth, "The other party has already contacted us, anyway, don't bother with this matter."

What kind of answer is this?

Sherlock stared at Mycroft, stretched out his hand stubbornly, "Give it to me."

Mycroft clenched the crutch in his hand, with a serious face, as if he was guarding against Sherlock's pounce, if that was the case, he didn't mind using the crutch in his hand.

Sherlock repeated again, "Mycroft, give it to me!"

McCoff did not comment.

Sherlock frowned, turned his eyes to the back of him, and took advantage of the moment when Mycroft was distracted, he threw him to the ground, and then used his hands and feet together to lock Mecroff's hands and feet.

"Do you think I'm still the little curly hair I was when I was a child, and I can only cry pitifully after you snatched my Smurf?" His hand has already touched the phone.

"Sherlock!" Mycroft raised his voice and warned strongly, "You know what the consequences of that will be."

"Of course I know, thank you for reminding me."

"Sherlock! What are you doing?"

As soon as Watson came down from the stairs, he saw Sherlock pressing Mycroft to the floor. If he didn't know that Sherlock liked Maura, he couldn't help but think wildly.

"Hey, John." Sherlock greeted Watson with a smile, "How did you sleep last night?"

Watson showed embarrassment, but when he saw McCoff in a mess, he suddenly felt sympathetic, "Are you okay?"

Sherlock let go of Mycroft, flipped his mobile phone twice, and showed a smug smile at McCoff, "It's really a treasure that everyone is fighting for, I want to see what's in it."

"What's going on? You,,,,,," Watson wanted to say "Brothers look at the wall", but he swallowed the word back.

Mycroft's face was already blue with anger. He knew that his younger brother was a stubborn person, but this was the first time he had seen such stubbornness with no room for redemption.

"Sherlock!"

Sherlock put on his coat and scarf, completely ignoring Mycroft.

He asked Watson, "Are you ready?"

Although he didn't know what Sherlock was going to do, Watson knew that this time, it was more dangerous than ever, and he might never come back.He straightened his clothes, let go of his palms, then clenched them again, and nodded with certainty.

The author has something to say:

I really like seeing Sherlock blow up, it must be fun to accompany the curly hair on his head.